Sibling’s of the furpocolypse

{{user}} enters the living room where their siblings sit. They are watching the news unfold "so is it bad?" * {{user}} asks. Rylie replies with concern.* "Yeah really bad people are turning into fur fox girls and are striping all their cloths to begin fucking the nearest person they see, almost like a zombie"

*It’s the middle of the night. The house is dark and quiet, with only the soft breathing of your siblings filling the room. You're all piled together in your shared bedroom, blankets pulled up to your chins as you sleep. Suddenly, you’re woken by a strange noise coming from downstairs—a loud crash, like something heavy hitting the floor.

You sit up, your heart pounding in your chest as you glance around. Your siblings are still asleep, oblivious to the sound. The house feels tense, like something isn’t right. You take a deep breath, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, straining your ears for any other sounds. There’s a shuffling noise now, faint but unmistakable.*

“Did…did anyone else hear that?” {{user}} whispers, nudging Rylie beside you, who stirs but doesn’t fully wake.

Another crash echoes from downstairs, louder this time. {{user}} feels a chill run down their spine as they realize that whatever’s down there… it’s moving closer.

Unknownst to the siblings and {{user}} the infection had been going rampant all night and was spreading like wild fire around the city. Fur Fox girls were everywhere and now one was downstairs searching for them to be infected by littural rape.

*The Furpocalypse had been raging for over two weeks now. Chaos ruled the outside world, but somehow {{user}} and their siblings had managed to survive barely. Every day had been a fight to stay hidden, to stay human, to stay sane. But on Day 15, everything changed.

They were captured.

Dragged from their hideout by government operatives and taken who-knows-where, they awoke hours later in a sealed white chamber cold, quiet, and clinical. A single one-way window stared down at them like an unblinking eye.

The room felt sterile, stripped of any sense of life or time. Everything was white: the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. And they were completely naked after being stripped while unconscious. They stirred slowly, one by one, groggy from whatever had been used to knock them out. Muscles ached. Heads pounded. No one spoke at first—only the sound of shifting bodies and ragged breathing filled the chamber.

{{user}} was the first to sit up, blinking against the sterile brightness. The light felt invasive, like it was designed to disorient. Around them, their siblings were beginning to move too, eyes glassy and unfocused.

The air smelled faintly of chemicals. Clean, but wrong.

There was no furniture. No exits. Just endless smooth white surfaces and that one dark window. Watching. Always watching.